15. The way she can't cook but tries anyway
"Hermione, what exactly are you doing?" Harry came into the kitchen, squinting his eyes to see his girlfriend through the fog.
"Umm… Spaghetti?" said Hermione without turning away from the stove. Harry came closer and opened the window above the sink.
"I thought we'd come to an agreement…" He went beside his girlfriend and hugged her from behind, "about you…" he kissed her cheek, "…not cooking…" now he was kissing her neck, "…for obvious reasons." Hermione sighed.
"But…" But Harry didn't let her finish her sentence, pulling her from her waist away from the stove.
"No buts, Hermione. This is important for both of our health. Don't you remember what happened the last time you attempted to cook?" Hermione blushed.
"Okay… Fine… You're right." she sighed, looking down. "Hey! Are you laughing?!" She squinted her eyes at him. Harry shook his head, trying to hold back his laughter but upon taking in her dishevelled look, he burst out. "Oh, you're laughing! Okay… Laugh all you want! I'll laugh too when you come to me for help about… about something." Harry, while trying to sober up, said,
"Okay, okay. I'm not laughi-" he burst out again and this time Hermione joined him too. They were laughing their arses off when suddenly a strange sound came from the stove. Harry hurried over to it and quickly put the pot in the sink, opening the tap to fill it with cold water. "Only you can manage to burn a pot full of water, Hermione. It's a talent, seriously."
"I just wanted to make us dinner." Hermione said in a sheepish voice. Harry turned to his girlfriend and pulled her into his arms, holding her by her waist as she put her arms around his neck.
"And I thank you for that. Really, I appreciate it. And please believe me when I say it is the thought that counts. But the next time you want to cook us dinner, just tell me and I'll thank you. This way we can skip all this mess." Hermione grinned despite her disappointment.
"Smart arse." Harry grinned back and leaned down for a kiss. Just before their lips touched, he paused and whispered,
"And Hermione?" Hermione, with her eyes closed, made a content sound,
"Hmm?"
"You don't need to wear oven mitts to make spaghetti." He silenced her protests with his lips.
A/N: Happy New Year everyone! Hope you have a great year filled with laughter, health, success and of course love! -xx